Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

Wen Yu watched Fu Yuhan walk into that room.

He walked around the small building, and when he passed a certain window, he saw Zhou Xiangyan's shadow.

He raised his eyebrows.

No wonder Fu Yuhan reacted that way when he was in the car, this person...

Wen Yu didn't know his name, so he could only tell from the color of the shoulder line of the school uniform that the other party was a student from No. [-] Middle School and No. [-] Senior High School.

The good news is that Zhou Xiangyan looks good.Good-looking people will always have a stronger sense of presence among freshmen, Wen Yu plans to go to school to inquire about it the next day.

He was about to turn around again when the phone in his pocket rang suddenly.He picked it up: "Hello?"

"Hello? Third." The voice on the other end of the phone was noisy, and the voice of the speaker was extremely loud, "Come to play at night, there are activities."

Wen Yu took two steps to the side, avoiding the range of the window.He stared at the small building, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Didn't you tell me to let me take the college entrance examination this year and not ask me to play?"

"Hey, isn't Qiangzi coming back? Brothers, don't let him clean up the dust?" The opposite said, "Anyway, you have to come tonight! It's agreed, brother treats, it's the same place. The boss said, recently there is 'good stuff'."

"No matter how good it is, I can't make an appointment." Wen Yu laughed, "I'm chasing someone, brother, it's too indecent to engage in 419."

"You've been chasing that guy for two years, why haven't you caught him yet? It's time to let your kid have a good time, so that you know what it means to be on the home plate and it's yours."

Wen Yu just smiled and said nothing.

The other side of the phone said some things, and he answered them all.After talking on the phone for 20 minutes, Wen Yu looked at Xiaolou and sighed after hanging up.

Sure enough, people can't do bad things.

Every night when he was idle at home, someone would call him out when he was following him. This was probably God condemning him.

If you want to go out to play, at least you have to go home and change your clothes. Wen Yu checked the time and had to leave.

Zhou Ruoyan changed into house slippers at the door and walked in, and smiled first when they met: "Xiaohan? You're here."

"Hello, Auntie." Fu Yuhan nodded at her.

"Do you want to eat fruit? I bought some watermelon."

"No." Fu Yuhan glanced at Fu Xuecheng, "It's almost time for me to go back."

"Leaving so soon? Don't you want to stay for dinner?"

"Well, I just came to discuss something." Fu Yuhan lowered his eyes.

Although the decoration style of the house is very familiar, when Zhou Ruoyan came, the feeling of "this is not my home" suddenly became very strong.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Ruoyan went to the kitchen to wash his hands, sat down at the table, and said to Fu Xuecheng, "Xiaohan also came here last week, and he refused to say anything when I asked him."

"Isn't he a third year in high school? He wants to be an art student." Fu Xuecheng said, "I was just talking about studying abroad."

Zhou Ruoyan was stunned for a moment: "Going abroad to study art made a lot of money, right? Isn't the company..."

"Hey, the child is still here, why are you talking about this?"

Fu Yuhan raised his eyelids, pursed his lower lip, and asked, "Is there any difficulty?"

"You're old too, so I won't hide it from you." Zhou Ruoyan said bluntly, "Your father's company's capital chain has some problems recently, and you are still trying to solve it. If you want to study abroad, you have to let him see the deposit Is it enough."

"...I don't have to go, I'm just thinking about it."

The year his parents separated, Fu Yuhan was still young, and he was more familiar with his mother than his father who worked outside the home all year round, so he chose his mother in court.

Perhaps because of a little guilt, or self-esteem, or other reasons, he seldom came to disturb his father these years, especially after Fu Xuecheng reorganized his family.

This time, he came here to ask for money for the art training class, and he had already spent two weeks on psychological training. His father's difficulties were exposed by his stepmother, and Fu Yuhan suddenly felt embarrassed.

His dad was actually very nice to him, but he always seemed to be doing things that wronged him.

He shouldn't be here, shouldn't have said this.

"Anyway, I'll go back and ask my mother... about what you just said." Fu Yuhan stood up and glanced at Fu Xuecheng, "Then I, I'll go back today. Goodbye, Dad, and Auntie...bye. "

"At least let's have a meal together." Zhou Ruoyan was still trying to persuade him to stay.

"No need." Fu Yuhan shook his head, "I have to review when I get home."

If Wen Yu heard this, he would definitely laugh at him for making excuses for his low level.It's a pity that Fu Yuhan was too confused at the time and couldn't think of a better excuse.

Fortunately, his dad didn't know how he was doing at school.

Fu Yuhan almost ran away in despair.

It wasn't until he reached the intersection that his big and hurried steps slowed down and gradually stopped.

The green light turned red, and Fu Yuhan stood at the intersection in a daze for a while.

His dad is in a little trouble, financially.

At this time, it seems unreasonable to ask him for a large fee.

But ask He Yan... Fu Yuhan frowned.

Let’s not mention the family’s expenses because my sister’s illness has always had a lot to do with it, let’s talk about He Yan, the person who will sell his old paintings as scraps... Can you really agree to let him go to art classes?

Begging one's parents really leads to nowhere.

Maybe it's better to rely on yourself.

The red light went off and the green light turned on. After passing through this intersection, Fu Yuhan had already opened the recruitment website on his mobile phone and started searching for part-time jobs.

As soon as the person left, Fu Xuecheng frowned: "Why are you telling the child these things? The child wants to study, so can I still be picky?"

"My child wants to go to remedial classes and buy exercise books. I will definitely not object to these." Zhou Ruoyan looked at him and sighed, "You may not know that many high school students do not study hard in school now, and when it comes time to take the university entrance exam , relying on family connections to send him abroad, thinking that it would be easy to get a diploma, but he didn’t realize that it would be better to go abroad than when he was in China. Of course, I’m not saying Xiaohan is bad, but in fact, you really don’t know him, do you? Why did he suddenly propose to learn painting when he was in the third year of high school? Did you understand whether he really likes it or avoids the college entrance examination?"

"I had a chat with him just now." Fu Xuecheng said.

"Okay, let's assume he really likes it." Zhou Ruoyan asked back, "Xuecheng, you don't lose money to He Yan every year. The tuition fee of No. [-] Middle School is not expensive at all. I saw it when Xiao Han first came. The shoes are not half as expensive as Xiang Yan's shoes, boy's shoes... Where do you think He Yan spent the money?"

"I asked about that too." When mentioning this matter, Fu Xuecheng's face was not very good-looking, "Xiaohan probably doesn't know."

"The college entrance examination is a major event in life." Zhou Ruoyan looked at him, "I think you have to ask He Yan out for a chat."

"You don't object?"

"I said, for the sake of the child, I have no objection. But—" she changed the subject, "I hope you can also consider me, Xiang Yan, and our child."

"..."

Fu Xuecheng frowned: "What do you mean?"

"It means," Zhou Ruoyan said, "I'm pregnant."

Part-time jobs are not easy to find. Nine out of ten listings on the same city’s recruitment website are deceptive, and one of them is “recruiting typists”.

Fu Yuhan tried to find it a while ago, and the only reliable job was to work for the owner of the painting materials store.But the painting material store needed manpower on duty during the day on weekdays, and he didn't have time, so he had to give up.

He searched the recruitment website all the way, and he couldn't find a job other than a typist until he walked home.

Although this is expected... Fu Yuhan felt a little disappointed, and took out the key to open the door.

"I am back."

Fu Yuhan's voice was choked - He Yan just came out of his sister's room and made him a silent gesture.

"Take it easy! Xiaolu just fell asleep."

"Why do you sleep at this hour?" Fu Yuhan glanced at the clock on the wall, it showed 17:52.

"Your third aunt and her son came over in the afternoon." He Yan said, "Her son is about the same age as Xiaolu, and played with her for a while. You also know your sister's body... There are no friends to play with, accidentally playing too tired gone."

"Third aunt... son?" Fu Yuhan dug out some not-so-good fragments from his memories, "You mean the little bastard who snatched away my pair of shoes four years ago?"

"Anyway, you won't be able to wear those shoes anymore, so what about giving them to your younger brother?" He Yan said, "If you say whoever is a bastard, you are a narrow-minded child."

If you can't fit it, you can't wear it. Fu Xuecheng bought it for him when he was a child. Fu Yuhan kept it as a souvenir, but was snatched away by a brat.

He couldn't even say the word "commemorate" for a pair of old shoes that couldn't fit anymore, and it felt hypocritical to say so; as a result, he hadn't seen those shoes for four years.

This is also his narrow-mindedness, he suspects that his mother has a problem with her mind.

Fu Yuhan entered the room holding his breath, put down his schoolbag, sat on the chair and started to daze.

However, when his eyes swept across the bookshelf, he stood up with a "bass".

"Mom???" Fu Yuhan ran out of the room, "The little bastard took my gunpla?"

"What model?" He Yan didn't understand.

"It's the little plastic figure I put on the bookshelf before."

"That Transformer?" He Yan nodded, "Your brother said he liked it, so I asked him to take it back."

Fu Yuhan: "..."

"Who is showing such a stinky face? It's just a toy, how old are you, and it's worthless." He Yan patted him, "Okay, come and help cook when you have nothing to do."

Hold.

Make a fart meal.

With a sullen face, Fu Yuhan went back to the house and stuffed all the keys, change, mobile phone chargers into the bag, opened the closet, grabbed two T-shirts and stuffed them in, and then strode out the door.

"Where are you going, Fu Yuhan? Are you still eating?" He Yan rushed to the door and shouted loudly.

"Don't eat!" Fu Yuhan felt full.

The third aunt's house is still a little far away, if usual, Fu Yuhan would probably have taken a taxi there.But today I just saw a bunch of part-time jobs with no results, and the little money left in my pocket seemed inexplicably precious.

Aggrieved, he got on a bus and blocked himself into a bomb during the evening rush hour.

Then he rushed to the third aunt's house and exploded.

The third aunt is He Yan's younger sister, she likes to be petty and cheap, even with her son.

In Fu Yuhan's room, there are many things his father bought for him before his parents divorced. Fu Xuecheng was rich and never treated his son badly in material terms.

Some things are already out of print, such as the Gundam.

This is not the first time the little bastard has entered Fu Yuhan's room to get things. The third aunt and his mother He Yan both favor children, and Fu Yuhan doesn't want to spoil him.

What's more, the Gundam is out of print on the one hand, and on the other hand, Fu Yuhan can no longer afford a new Gundam model anymore. If such a precious thing was taken away, Fu Yuhan would almost go crazy.

And his remaining sanity was completely broken after seeing his cousin break the Gundam.